Alice was managing the short circuit of her brain well enough until the old crones glared at them. Certainly, if a pair of old women thought the steering hand on her back was something to denounce, then it had to be right? Cameron had asked her to London, after all. Just her. Not Sloane, or Sisse, or Calla. Surely, if this was a purely friendly visit he would've invited some of the others along?

She laughed. "It just takes a little concentration, is all." And reading comprehension. And a steady hand. Okay, perhaps potions wasn't the easiest subject to master.

They arrived at the apothecary and Alice quickly led the way through the shop. "I understand, but I doubt your mum wants you to be sick because you're not comfortable taking an allowance." Alice barely had an allowance to speak of. Some years, when the farm did terribly, she didn't have an allowance at all. "Who's going to brew this potion for you?"